Sukuna lay on the ground, his pupils unfocused. Even with his body riddled with wounds, he still had not regained his senses. Unlimited Void continued to flood him with junk information.
Reverse Cursed Technique could not activate.
His grotesque body continued to collapse.
If this continued, even if they left Sukuna alone, he would soon turn to dust and vanish entirely.
To think this would be the final fate of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago. Had this been a fictional story, it would have been a hilarious joke in the Jujutsu Society of that era. Even Sukuna himself would have burst out laughing upon hearing it.
"How absurd. Wouldn't you agree, Uraume?"
Sukuna chuckled as he spoke, then quietly waited for Uraume's answer. He trusted that whatever Uraume said next would not disappoint him. After all, Uraume was the most loyal servant he acknowledged, and their words had always pleased him.
But several seconds passed, and the answer he expected never came. Puzzled, Sukuna turned his head slightly to look beside him, only to find that Uraume was not where they should have been.
The scene before his eyes suddenly shifted. The courtyard he had lived in a thousand years ago became a vast ocean, with waves of junk information sweeping him back and forth from every direction.
At this point, he could not possibly fail to understand what had happened to him. But neither could he simply accept that reality.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!"
He gritted his teeth and tried to pit his indomitable will against Unlimited Void's junk information, hoping to restore his senses in the real world and turn the battle around.
He had that confidence.
And it was indeed possible.
After all, he was the original story's hidden male lead,